Wyatt POV
I was filled with a mix of confidence and nervousness as I stood at the door, ready to be reunited with Misty. My heart swelled with love for her, knowing that our love would bring us back together. But it had been a while since we were last together, and seeing her again stirred up a whirlwind of emotions within me.
As I stepped through the door, everything around me seemed to blur with a burst of vibrant colors. Gradually, my surroundings came into focus, revealing the familiar main entrance of my house. A hushed silence enveloped the air, but the faint lingering scent of incense told me that someone had recently been here.
I stood frozen in place, momentarily unsure of what to do. Should I call out her name? The anticipation of seeing Misty again, of holding her in my arms
